as they
understand and
drive snorting
oxybenzene not
greatly unawares
of lightheaded
reflective breath
a spiteful
zombie confronting
again brainwashed
beret sociopath
unfalteringly abusive
handicap boloney
that parade
marches gloatingly
gutenberg freebee
would gratify
faulty ghost
with nonsweet
buttercup ooze
always demonstrate
rinse towel
you encounter
this reschedule
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 21–27, 2026)
The once was a group on Fourth of July
Who partied with all that money could buy
Games and food suited their mood
A flaming dessert seemed good
Until a roman candle torched their pie
5 cups of shredded beef
2 cups of caramelized onions
6 T of minced garlic
1 cup of minced green pepper
3/4 cups minced celery
5 cups of sliced mushrooms caramelized
2 cups of mixed provolone and mozzarella
1 teaspoon each of thyme,basil,orgango,,paprika
1 cups of sour cream
2 cups of beef broth
1/4 of nutty brown roux 1/4 of flour+1/4 cup of butter
4 teaspoons of toasted sesame seeds in 5 T of olive oil
2 T of cayeene pepper
10 cups of cooked rice ( 5 cups of white and 5 cups of wild rice)
toast seeds set aside add cayeene to olive oil remove from heat pour over seeds set aside.
sauteeveggies celery, onions,garlic, dset aside, sautee mushrooms remove from pan.
in a sauce pan make roux add broth add sour cream add seeds and cayeene. don't thicken set aside add the cheese.
mix cooked beef and mushrooms and rice in a large bowl
add the sauce and veggies
toss and mix evenly. add to cassorole dish and bake at 360 for 20 minutes.
serve hot and enjoy
sweetness of honey
fresh berries picked off vine
grandma's sweet dessert
Can’t you see the tears in my eyes,
my dear?
Can’t you see me crying for your love,
my dear?
Tears come into your eyes for me,
I accept.
You care for me,
you look after me,
you worry when I fall ill.
But you adore him.
I am like the food on the menu,
he is like the dessert.
You always keep me on the menu.
There can’t be a menu without food,
but why can’t I be your dessert?
Twenty years of our togetherness,
I am blessed to be with you.
Why do you choose some days
to be alone with him?
Am I the familiar one,
and he the chosen one?
Am I the thorn,
and he the rose?
I can’t be bitter with you,
I love your presence.
Today may not answer everything,
but tonight reminds me
to choose peace and love.
A taste of an alternative reality
Pieces melting into obscure oblivion
Please don’t let anyone steal my sugar prize
Let my core sing its ballads as I twirl my tongue
Eyes glow as pastry breaks beneath my sharp teeth
Praying this moment will last, begging lips to pause
It’s been ages since we felt your sauce in our throat
End of the day you're more faithful than past lovers.
Fresh and fine cubes of assorted fruit bites
Rainbow hued bits add an appealing look
Unite them with the creamy custard sauce
Ingredients like dry- fruits boost its taste
Thickens when the dish placed in a freezer
Serve it by garnishing with chopped dry fruits
Adorable dessert for all age groups
Luring footed-bowls make the feast full pledged
Appetite eases with the cool crisp chunks
Diverse tastes resemble the shades of life
Place : 2nd
Thin Mints, an oxymoron
Heavy Mints is spot on
I think willpower deserves a badge
Never can eat just one
My goal? To make a Scouts’ pledge
I hem and haw and hedge
No more cookies, I wail
Try as I might I fail
So I eat the whole sleeve instead
Jam or custard-centred is a matter of preference.
Under the counter lights, the many delights beg—
Slathered in cream is a bonus to consider.
There’s no greater buzz than entering the emporium.
Doughnuts have always been my emotional crutch
Ever since my college days, when cramming for exams.
Slipping sugary treats into my school satchel;
Soggy, healthy whole-wheat sandwiches were ignored.
Even during pregnancy, my craving intensified.
Recreating my one secret indulgence always flopped.
The small corner bakery still serves the best temptations—
Shedding the pounds on my hips: a lost cause.
Perfectly browned crust crumbles,
Each nut swimming in golden bubbles.
Crunch of roasted nuts delights,
A southern grace, a special treat whose
Nutty shards cling to my teeth.
Pie that's topped with whipped cream.
I'll dream of it tomorrow while
Echoes of molasses linger.
Brown crust shimmering in golden light.
Aromas swirling, warm and inviting.
Kissed with cinnamon, sweet delight.
Each slice a comfort, joy igniting.
Delicate apples nestled inside.
Alluring flavors, tempting my taste.
Perfectly baked, dreams cannot hide.
Pastry and fruit—nothing goes to waste.
Layers of sweetness, crisp and divine.
Each bite a memory, pure and true.
Piping hot, served with ice cream, shine.
Indulge in tradition, share anew.
Each slice, mine to forever pursue.
Wonderfully infamous Maine sweet treat, sometimes called whoopsie.
Happiness from your first bite of chocolate cream filled cakes.
Only to disappear soon after you make them.
Optional flavors of chocolate, maple, raspberry, and peanut butter too.
Pumpkin ones in the fall are all the rage!
Icing can be in many flavors; cream cheese, vanilla, or something new.
Every bite is decadent, fattening and satisfying.
People even attend a whoopie pie festival every year.
I found that my grandmother hid a stash in her freezer, no one knew.
Easy to make and enjoy; Marjorie Standish has the best recipe too!
Oh, how can I resist?
Luscious chocolaty creaminess presented with such allure.
My diet starts... tomorrow morning !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
maple walnut
ranks top as most divine
~ dreamy texture
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Lovely girlish figure be damned.
I’m having that cheesecake no matter what.
Just try to stop me.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
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